This is my Grandpa.
Lewis is the son of Elam Romines and Kitty "Stephens"
He is the oldest brother of Flora, Leaper, and Clarice.
He is the husband of Betty "Acree"
They were married November 12, 1917 in Clark County, Indiana.
He is the Father of twins which died at birth. A son Phillip who also died at birth. And two daughters, Sybil Kathleen, and Audrey Elna who is my Mother.
Grandpa was a farmer and had 82 acres in Edmonton.
He was a wonderful man with a heart of gold.
He loved to play the fiddle and he along with my Grandmother used to play and call many Square Dances throughout their lives together and they danced a few of them together too!
My Grandpa had a great sense of humor and boy did he ever love to laugh!
I remember vividly a time when I was around 5 years old getting a good glimpse of that "loving to laugh" part!
I had wanted so badly to hold one of these cute little baby chicks that were following their momma all around the yard.
I asked Grandpa if I could hold one and he told me that it wasn't a very good idea, because mother hens were very protective of their babies.
Well, me being so much wiser than he, I said I bet I can do it and he said well if you think so, but you better be prepared!
At that moment I didn't know exactly what that statement meant but I will say this, it didn't take me long to learn and from that point on I don't think I've ever looked at another baby chick in quite the same way! :o)
So with all my years of experience and knowledge I head my wise and brave little self out to the yard and after a few failed attempts of trying to catch those little yellow cuties, suddenly I heard the awfullest sound that I don't think I have ever heard again to this day.
When I turned to see what it was and where it was coming from, all I could see was big claws carrying white feathers flying directly at me.
Immediately I began running as fast as my little legs could carry me and all the while this awful sound was right at my heels.
On one of my passes past the front porch where I was now longing to be again, there I saw my Grandfather holding onto the porch post trying to keep himself up off of the ground with tears streaming down his now beet red face!
At that time I didn't know this but he couldn't have possibly helped me due to the weakness that had now taken over his body from laughing so hard! :o)
I finally ended up tripping over a tree root and the hen proceeded to flog me and then went proudly clucking back to her brood, for she had won!
I didn't think my Grandpa would ever stop laughing.
He was hugging me and I was so mad at him for not helping me and that had him tickled even more.
From that point on whenever we came for a visit he would always ask if I wanted to go catch another one of the baby chicks that just hatched, and it would tickle him all over again!
Needless to say I'm not mad at him anymore :o)
As a matter of fact I'm pretty thankful for that moment spent with him because from time to time whenever it crosses my mind I get a pretty good chuckle out of it myself.
Lewis Romines, thank you so much for being my Grandpa.
I only wish that we were still making memories together today.
Cause of death: Heart Attack
You can read a little more about my family in a story that I have added to the archives on my Mother's memorial (Audrey Worthington) on 10/05/2005 here at FAG. It is titled "The True Road Home"
This true story was inspired by an oil painting that was done by my Mother, depicting the farm house where she was born and raised. This painting now hangs on the wall in front of my computer.
Lewis is the son of Elam Romines and Kitty "Stephens"
He is the oldest brother of Flora, Leaper, and Clarice.
He is the husband of Betty "Acree"
They were married November 12, 1917 in Clark County, Indiana.
He is the Father of twins which died at birth. A son Phillip who also died at birth. And two daughters, Sybil Kathleen, and Audrey Elna who is my Mother.
Grandpa was a farmer and had 82 acres in Edmonton.
He was a wonderful man with a heart of gold.
He loved to play the fiddle and he along with my Grandmother used to play and call many Square Dances throughout their lives together and they danced a few of them together too!
My Grandpa had a great sense of humor and boy did he ever love to laugh!
I remember vividly a time when I was around 5 years old getting a good glimpse of that "loving to laugh" part!
I had wanted so badly to hold one of these cute little baby chicks that were following their momma all around the yard.
I asked Grandpa if I could hold one and he told me that it wasn't a very good idea, because mother hens were very protective of their babies.
Well, me being so much wiser than he, I said I bet I can do it and he said well if you think so, but you better be prepared!
At that moment I didn't know exactly what that statement meant but I will say this, it didn't take me long to learn and from that point on I don't think I've ever looked at another baby chick in quite the same way! :o)
So with all my years of experience and knowledge I head my wise and brave little self out to the yard and after a few failed attempts of trying to catch those little yellow cuties, suddenly I heard the awfullest sound that I don't think I have ever heard again to this day.
When I turned to see what it was and where it was coming from, all I could see was big claws carrying white feathers flying directly at me.
Immediately I began running as fast as my little legs could carry me and all the while this awful sound was right at my heels.
On one of my passes past the front porch where I was now longing to be again, there I saw my Grandfather holding onto the porch post trying to keep himself up off of the ground with tears streaming down his now beet red face!
At that time I didn't know this but he couldn't have possibly helped me due to the weakness that had now taken over his body from laughing so hard! :o)
I finally ended up tripping over a tree root and the hen proceeded to flog me and then went proudly clucking back to her brood, for she had won!
I didn't think my Grandpa would ever stop laughing.
He was hugging me and I was so mad at him for not helping me and that had him tickled even more.
From that point on whenever we came for a visit he would always ask if I wanted to go catch another one of the baby chicks that just hatched, and it would tickle him all over again!
Needless to say I'm not mad at him anymore :o)
As a matter of fact I'm pretty thankful for that moment spent with him because from time to time whenever it crosses my mind I get a pretty good chuckle out of it myself.
Lewis Romines, thank you so much for being my Grandpa.
I only wish that we were still making memories together today.
Cause of death: Heart Attack
You can read a little more about my family in a story that I have added to the archives on my Mother's memorial (Audrey Worthington) on 10/05/2005 here at FAG. It is titled "The True Road Home"
This true story was inspired by an oil painting that was done by my Mother, depicting the farm house where she was born and raised. This painting now hangs on the wall in front of my computer.
This is my Grandpa.
Lewis is the son of Elam Romines and Kitty "Stephens"
He is the oldest brother of Flora, Leaper, and Clarice.
He is the husband of Betty "Acree"
They were married November 12, 1917 in Clark County, Indiana.
He is the Father of twins which died at birth. A son Phillip who also died at birth. And two daughters, Sybil Kathleen, and Audrey Elna who is my Mother.
Grandpa was a farmer and had 82 acres in Edmonton.
He was a wonderful man with a heart of gold.
He loved to play the fiddle and he along with my Grandmother used to play and call many Square Dances throughout their lives together and they danced a few of them together too!
My Grandpa had a great sense of humor and boy did he ever love to laugh!
I remember vividly a time when I was around 5 years old getting a good glimpse of that "loving to laugh" part!
I had wanted so badly to hold one of these cute little baby chicks that were following their momma all around the yard.
I asked Grandpa if I could hold one and he told me that it wasn't a very good idea, because mother hens were very protective of their babies.
Well, me being so much wiser than he, I said I bet I can do it and he said well if you think so, but you better be prepared!
At that moment I didn't know exactly what that statement meant but I will say this, it didn't take me long to learn and from that point on I don't think I've ever looked at another baby chick in quite the same way! :o)
So with all my years of experience and knowledge I head my wise and brave little self out to the yard and after a few failed attempts of trying to catch those little yellow cuties, suddenly I heard the awfullest sound that I don't think I have ever heard again to this day.
When I turned to see what it was and where it was coming from, all I could see was big claws carrying white feathers flying directly at me.
Immediately I began running as fast as my little legs could carry me and all the while this awful sound was right at my heels.
On one of my passes past the front porch where I was now longing to be again, there I saw my Grandfather holding onto the porch post trying to keep himself up off of the ground with tears streaming down his now beet red face!
At that time I didn't know this but he couldn't have possibly helped me due to the weakness that had now taken over his body from laughing so hard! :o)
I finally ended up tripping over a tree root and the hen proceeded to flog me and then went proudly clucking back to her brood, for she had won!
I didn't think my Grandpa would ever stop laughing.
He was hugging me and I was so mad at him for not helping me and that had him tickled even more.
From that point on whenever we came for a visit he would always ask if I wanted to go catch another one of the baby chicks that just hatched, and it would tickle him all over again!
Needless to say I'm not mad at him anymore :o)
As a matter of fact I'm pretty thankful for that moment spent with him because from time to time whenever it crosses my mind I get a pretty good chuckle out of it myself.
Lewis Romines, thank you so much for being my Grandpa.
I only wish that we were still making memories together today.
Cause of death: Heart Attack
You can read a little more about my family in a story that I have added to the archives on my Mother's memorial (Audrey Worthington) on 10/05/2005 here at FAG. It is titled "The True Road Home"
This true story was inspired by an oil painting that was done by my Mother, depicting the farm house where she was born and raised. This painting now hangs on the wall in front of my computer.
Lewis is the son of Elam Romines and Kitty "Stephens"
He is the oldest brother of Flora, Leaper, and Clarice.
He is the husband of Betty "Acree"
They were married November 12, 1917 in Clark County, Indiana.
He is the Father of twins which died at birth. A son Phillip who also died at birth. And two daughters, Sybil Kathleen, and Audrey Elna who is my Mother.
Grandpa was a farmer and had 82 acres in Edmonton.
He was a wonderful man with a heart of gold.
He loved to play the fiddle and he along with my Grandmother used to play and call many Square Dances throughout their lives together and they danced a few of them together too!
My Grandpa had a great sense of humor and boy did he ever love to laugh!
I remember vividly a time when I was around 5 years old getting a good glimpse of that "loving to laugh" part!
I had wanted so badly to hold one of these cute little baby chicks that were following their momma all around the yard.
I asked Grandpa if I could hold one and he told me that it wasn't a very good idea, because mother hens were very protective of their babies.
Well, me being so much wiser than he, I said I bet I can do it and he said well if you think so, but you better be prepared!
At that moment I didn't know exactly what that statement meant but I will say this, it didn't take me long to learn and from that point on I don't think I've ever looked at another baby chick in quite the same way! :o)
So with all my years of experience and knowledge I head my wise and brave little self out to the yard and after a few failed attempts of trying to catch those little yellow cuties, suddenly I heard the awfullest sound that I don't think I have ever heard again to this day.
When I turned to see what it was and where it was coming from, all I could see was big claws carrying white feathers flying directly at me.
Immediately I began running as fast as my little legs could carry me and all the while this awful sound was right at my heels.
On one of my passes past the front porch where I was now longing to be again, there I saw my Grandfather holding onto the porch post trying to keep himself up off of the ground with tears streaming down his now beet red face!
At that time I didn't know this but he couldn't have possibly helped me due to the weakness that had now taken over his body from laughing so hard! :o)
I finally ended up tripping over a tree root and the hen proceeded to flog me and then went proudly clucking back to her brood, for she had won!
I didn't think my Grandpa would ever stop laughing.
He was hugging me and I was so mad at him for not helping me and that had him tickled even more.
From that point on whenever we came for a visit he would always ask if I wanted to go catch another one of the baby chicks that just hatched, and it would tickle him all over again!
Needless to say I'm not mad at him anymore :o)
As a matter of fact I'm pretty thankful for that moment spent with him because from time to time whenever it crosses my mind I get a pretty good chuckle out of it myself.
Lewis Romines, thank you so much for being my Grandpa.
I only wish that we were still making memories together today.
Cause of death: Heart Attack
You can read a little more about my family in a story that I have added to the archives on my Mother's memorial (Audrey Worthington) on 10/05/2005 here at FAG. It is titled "The True Road Home"
This true story was inspired by an oil painting that was done by my Mother, depicting the farm house where she was born and raised. This painting now hangs on the wall in front of my computer.
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